dance and would have been glad to kill me as I danced. Suddenly my
head began to grow heavy--How strange it is!--My head grew heavy.
Just as small and beautiful, just as wise and beautiful, it had
suddenly grown terribly heavy; it bent my neck to the ground, and
caused me pain. Now I am somewhat used to it, but at first it was
dreadfully awkward and painful. I thought I was sick.

And suddenly... Come closer to me. Look into my eyes. Hush!
Hush! Hush!

And suddenly my look became heavy--it became fixed and strange--I
was even frightened! I want to glance and turn away--but cannot. I
always look straight ahead, I pierce with my eyes ever more deeply, I
am as though petrified. Look into my eyes. It is as though I am
petrified, as though everything I look upon is petrified. Look into
my eyes.

I love you. Do not laugh at my frank story, or I shall be angry.
Every hour I open my sensitive heart, for all my efforts are in vain--
I am alone. My one and last kiss is full of ringing sorrow--and the
one I love is not here, and I seek love again, and I tell my tale in
vain--my heart cannot bare itself, and the poison torments me and my
head grows heavier. Am I not beautiful in my despair? Come closer
to me.

I love you.

Once I was bathing in a stagnant swamp in the forest--I love to be
clean--it is a sign of noble birth, and I bathe frequently. While
bathing, dancing in the water, I saw my reflection, and as always,